What To Do (cont)

Slowing my brain function returns, my senses begin to operate, and

the power of speech no longer eludes me. "Gotta lotta work to do

tonight", is all I muster to say in reply to the first question he asked

even though in my previous distress I don’t remember how long

ago he asked it. “Really,” Handsome replies, “3 extra shots? That

must be one hell of a project!” All I can think to say is, “Yeah.”

That will be $7.00 says the enthusiastic teenager behind the cash

register, looking at me like I’m keeping her from something much

more exciting. I pay for my coffee and turn to leave when again

Mr. Brain-Eraser speaks, “So exactly how pressing is this work of

yours?” I stop and look at him torn between what I want to say and

the truth. I want to say it’s not that important if you want to take me

home and have your way with me; yet instead I open my mouth and

the truth falls out, “It’s actually very pressing!” I throw him a shy

smile and make a bee line for the door.

I make it to my car, open the driver’s side door and get it, I want to

start the car and speed off unable to believe that I just shot down an

obvious invitation to possibly something fulfilling. “Damn Naranja,

you have got to be out of your mind,” I say to myself with a

frustrated sigh. Then there’s a startling knock at the window. I

damn near jump into the passenger seat, my heart has jumped from

my chest and landed on the dash. I slowly turn my head actually

afraid of who might be standing there. To my surprise its Mr.

Brain-Eraser smiling, he’s pointing down but I don’t know at what.

He reaches down and opens my door and then takes the keys out

from the door lock and says, “Ms. Lady I think you need a little

break because you left the car keys outside the car; don’t think

you’re going to get very far without them!” He flashes a camera

worthy smile at me as he hands me the keys. Exasperated and still

panting from the scare he just gave me, I smile back and say,

“Thank You, I really may be a little distracted because I have so

much work to do.” Well I think that perhaps you could use and

early dinner and a little pause time. So what do you say to obliging

a coffee house admirer to a little of your time? My brain has

stopped again, is he asking me out? I mean it is still early and I

could use something to eat now that he mentions it, but is he really

asking me out, me? “Thanks for the offer, and for my keys but I

really need to get back to work” I hear myself saying the words but

I can’t believe that I just pretty much said I’d rather work than to

have dinner with the most deliciously handsome man I have ever

seen in REAL life.

"I understand", he replies, but I can hear the disappointment in his

voice as he concedes, "I admire a woman with such dedication." As

he stands from his leaning position against the door frame of my

car, I feel that this might be my one and only chance and I can’t let

it slip through my fingers like this. “You know what, your right, it

is early and I haven’t eaten a thing all day. So what do you have in

mind Mr. Uhh” I stop when I realize that I don’t know his name.

“Seneca Waters and you are?” He extends his hand to me I gently

lay mine in his overwhelmed with delight as I finally get to feel his

touch. “Naranja Lightening, it’s a pleasure to make you

acquaintance Mr. Waters” a rush of electric fire rushes through me

as he caressingly shakes me hand. I’m about ready to burst at the

seams at the powerful surge that he is sending through me just by

touching my hand. “The pleasure is all mine Ms. Lightening! I

know of a little place a few blocks from here where we can get a

little something to eat and get a little more acquainted.” That

sounds very nice sir, lead the way. He stands again and closes my

door, I watch him walk to his car with the hunger of a lioness

hiding in high grass calculating when she should pounce on an

unsuspecting antelope. When I realize how hard I’m staring I look

at me in the rearview to make sure my tongue isn’t hanging out of

my mouth. Finally get to see what he’s all about, I get to sit with

him, smell him, talk to him, listen to him, have him all to myself,

and maybe even sneak a touch or two. Oh yeah, I’m glad I decided

to leave work early, I’m ecstatic I decided to stop at the coffee

shop, I’m delighted I didn’t let this opportunity pass me by, but

what do I do when it’s time to say good bye. ©